There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn onAnd just enough time for the night to pass by without warningAway in the distance there's a blue flashing lightSomeone's in trouble somewhere tonightAs the flickering neon stands ready to fuseThe wind blows away all of yesterday's news

Well they've locked up their daughters and they battened the hatchesThey always could find us but they never could catch usThrough the grease streaked windows of an all night cafeWe watched the arrested get taken awayAnd that cigarette haze has ecology beatAs the whores and the drunks filed in from the street

'Cause the steams in the boiler the coals in the fireIf you ask how I am then I'll just say inspiredIf the thorn of a rose is the thorn in your sideThen you're better off dead if you haven't yet died